Dinner with the Weasleys

Part II

Chapter Summary: Luna, Harry, Sherlock, John, Andi and Teddy are all invited to dinner at the Burrow. With ALL of the Weasleys and a few surprise guests.

Sherlock glared at the trees lining the yard. The harridan hadn't allowed them to choose where they sat and so he was sandwiched between Gabrielle and that Granger brat. John and Luna were all the way down at the other end of the table and Harry was on the other side of the red head that Granger chit was engaged to who was sitting on her other side. Even Teddy and Gran Andi were too far away to have a decent conversation with.

The smell of all the heavy food was making him nauseous. He didn't like to eat in the first place but when he did allow his transport to dictate he preferred lighter foods. Fruits and vegetables and chicken or fish or pasta. The harridan had fixed roast and ham and potatoes and god only knows what else. He wasn't sure he could make it through the meal without throwing up. Which would be disastrous. It would upset John. And he'd be worried.

"Meester 'Olmes," Gabby interrupted his glaring and tapped his arm. "Would you tell me again 'ow you saved Papa? 'E 'as never told me the whole story and I would like to 'ear it."

Sherlock turned his head and gave her his iciest glare. "I have told you once already, Miss Delacour. I see no need to repeat myself and find it most insulting that you did not listen the first time." He dismissed her from his attention and leaned forward to check on John. His blogger had been looking a bit peaked earlier and Sherlock suddenly wondered if all the noise in that too tiny room had set off one of John's flashbacks. Though no one was dead so he'd probably only had a panic attack. "John," he said loudly, aware and uncaring that he was being rude.

John gave him a small frown of disapproval but it wasn't too bad. It was his 'Sherlock you're being a bit rude' frown. The one that meant he wasn't going to take issue with Sherlock's rudeness he just wanted the dark haired man to know that he was close to crossing the line. Sherlock usually listened to that frown if only to avoid getting yelled at but tonight he was feeling reckless. "Was there something you needed, Sherlock?" John asked in an easy tone.

"Switch places with me," Sherlock ordered. "Miss Delacour is interested in our adventures and you're the blogger so get over here and tell her some stories. I can handle Mr. Weasley's Muggle related questions better than you anyway." Sherlock moved to stand up.

"Oh, no, no," Mrs. Weasley held up a restraining hand. "That's just not possible. Gabby and Hermione both requested to sit by you dear. You wouldn't want to disappoint them would you?"

Sherlock finished standing and gave her a bland stare. "Madam, I am a highly functioning sociopath. I couldn't care less." He stepped over the bench and walked around the table to tap John on the shoulder. "Move, John."

When John stood his lips were red and puffy from biting them to repress the snickers and his hazel eyes sparkled. "Be nice, Sherlock," was the only admonishment he could manage.

Sherlock grinned at him. "You know I dislike repeating myself. I am never nice to anyone and you know it."

"You're nice to me," Teddy piped up. "You play pirates wit' me and let me help you wit' your essperiments. It's fun." He nodded and grinned at Sherlock. "C'n we do a hand next time? Unca Harry says there's twenty seven bones. Are there?"

"Yes," Sherlock nodded. "And you're not anyone you're Teddy." His lips quirked up in a smirk when Luna, John, Gran Andi, Harry and Teddy all laughed.

"It isn't very polite to share private jokes in company," Mrs. Weasley yelled angrily. "I swear if you don't stop being so rude, Mr. Holmes, then you can just go back home."

Sherlock sat down in John's vacated seat next to the blond woman that had been introduced simply as Charlie's girlfriend. "I'd be more than happy to do so," he smirked. "But you aren't willing to release my ride from his familial duties so I guess you're stuck with me."

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth and then closed it as her face turned red. "Pass the potatoes, Bill," she ordered and ignored Sherlock.

Harry leaned back and reached around Ron and Hermione to tap John on the back. "Physics lesson for you, John. What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?" He asked when the other man leaned back as well.

"Harry," Hermione scolded. "He's a doctor not a scientist. He wouldn't know that answer. Besides there isn't one because no one has ever witnessed such an event."

John gave her a pitying smile. "But I do know the answer, Miss Granger. The immovable object is verbally filleted and left asking for potatoes." He snickered and motioned to Mrs. Weasley who was spooning potatoes onto her plate with a furious expression. "You see?"

"That is hardly an accurate comparison, Dr. Watson," Hermione scoffed. "I'm quite sure that Mr. Holmes is not unstoppable and Mrs. Weasley while stubborn can hardly be described as immovable. She's forgiven George hasn't she? And Fred though as he's passed on that's not unbelievable."

Harry stiffened. George had done nothing to be forgiven for but he didn't feel like arguing with Hermione. It was no wonder to him why Mrs. Weasley liked her. Hermione was a lot like Mrs. Weasley in some ways.

John, unaware of the dark direction of Harry's thoughts but feeling uncomfortable anyway, forced out a chuckle. "You've never seen Sherlock once he's on a roll. Nothing stops him unless he wants to quit."

"Umphs ah soosopaf?" Ron mumbled around a mouthful of food. Harry leaned away from him to avoid being sprayed with half masticated roast and vegetables.

"Swallow first, then speak, Ronald," Hermione said in a disgusted voice as she wiped potatoes off of her cheek.

"He wants to know what a highly functioning sociopath is," George interpreted from across the table.

Hermione sniffed. "No such thing anymore. Sociopath is an outdated term. It's now Antisocial Personality Disorder. Antisocial (or dissocial) personality disorder is characterized by a pervasive pattern of disregard for, or violation of, the rights of others. There may be an impoverished moral sense or conscience and a history of crime, legal problems, impulsive and aggressive behavior. If he truly has ASPD it's a wonder he's not locked up somewhere in an asylum or jail. There's no way the police would allow him to assist if he's…well, damaged I guess."

"Sherlock is not damaged, Miss Granger," John bit out and glared furiously at her. "He might call himself a sociopath but he has a Hell of a lot more empathy than you do."

"What?" Hermione spluttered. "Why would you say that? I have empathy. I'm full of empathy."

John ignored her and engaged Gabby in a conversation in French that Hermione had trouble following. She could speak French but the two were speaking so quickly that she couldn't quite catch everything.

Gabby had visibly brightened at the conversation and was chattering on as only a teenage girl discussing her crush could. Sherlock shared an exasperated look with Harry though both were thankful that her attention was no longer on either of them.

"So a sociopath," the blond observed. "Really?"

Sherlock speared her with his gray eyes. "Yes. And you are a psychopath…or so I've been told." He gave her one of his utterly fake charming smiles and held out a hand. "Sherlock Holmes."

She put her hand in his with wide eyes. "Nicole Noone," she responded. "You know Carson then? Judson said he'd sent him to London for a while but I didn't think…he's a bit of a nerd and doesn't make friends easily."

Sherlock cocked his head at her. He hadn't seen any evidence of nerdiness in Carson. He was a bit of a know-it-all and rather excitable but all around a good man. "He rented the flat below John and I," he informed her instead. "If you think he's a nerd then why did you date him?"

She just shrugged. "He's persistent. And his nerdiness is kinda cute sometimes. Plus he's smart and has one helluva backbone when he needs too."

Sherlock's charming smile became more sincere. "He does," he agreed. "Noone," he muttered. "Noone…no one." He couldn't stop the laugh. "She was right."

Nicole laughed. "So I've heard. But John wouldn't tell me how she knew."

Sherlock shrugged. "Luna just knows things," he answered vaguely. "You work with Carson?" He changed the subject, not altogether comfortable with gossiping about his friend.

Nicole let the change of subject go and told him about meeting Flynn Carson and the work they did together.

SH/JW HP/LL DM/FC

Molly wasn't quite sure when everything had begun to spiral so far out of her control. All she had ever wanted was for her children to be happily married to someone proper and have good jobs in the Ministry. Was that too much to ask?

First Bill insisted on marrying that…that Veela. It had turned out all right and she had two beautiful grandchildren from the match. But Bill still worked for those goblins and Fleur did too. Instead of allowing her to watch the girls while they worked they preferred to drop them off in a daycare center at Gringott's full of little goblins and witches and wizards from the bank. It couldn't possibly be a good environment for the girls but Fleur was adamant and Bill always caved to his wife over his mother. It was infuriating.

And Harry had married Luna. Of all the girls in the world he had to pick Luna Lovegood. That was almost intolerable. Why he couldn't have been happy with her Ginny she would never understand. Luna was ruining his life and he seemed perfectly content to let her.

Charlie was dating a MUGGLE. Of all things. Molly fumed as she watched that blonde whore laugh at something George had said. A Muggle. Three of them at her dinner table. Whatever was the world coming too?

She ignored the happy buzz of conversation around her and glared at everyone. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take.

Molly eyed the people around her dinner table and scowled. They had forgotten all sense of decorum and manners now. Conversations weren't reserved for the people on either side of them. No Harry had just answered something Arthur had said at the other end of the table. It wasn't right. Everyone seemed to be conversing comfortably with everyone else no matter how far apart they were seated.

Only Hermione, Ron and Ginny were showing any evidence of propriety. Hermione and Ron, that was an excellent match that Albus had come up with, were quietly whispering to each other and throwing confused glances at that Muggle doctor and the Veela's sister. Ginny was sitting silently with her head down not partaking in any of the conversations. Occasionally her eyes would lift from her plate and she would shoot heartbroken looks towards Harry.

Even the children were being allowed to chatter with the adults. No matter how beautiful her grandchildren were Molly was nearly at the end of her tether. Little Teddy was making faces at Victore and the little brats were giggling in that high pitched way that children do. When had she lost control of everything? All of her plans were going awry. Everything was going wrong.

"That is enough!" She finally yelled. Silence descended over the table as everyone turned to look at her. "I can't do this anymore! I can't take it! What is wrong with all of you? Why couldn't any of you aside from Ron, Hermione and Ginny do what I told you to do?" She glared at them all. "Why must you insist on breaking my heart?"

Arthur frowned at her in confusion. "Molly-Wobbles what are you talking about, dear?" He asked.

"Them," she screeched and flung a hand out at the assembled family and friends. Slowly she stood up and placed her hands on the table leaning over it and fuming at them all. "Arthur, surely you see how wrong this is? We have Muggles, MUGGLES at our dinner table. Now, I'm as open minded as the next person but this is intolerable. Witches and Wizards are not meant to mix with Muggles."

"Molly—" Arthur tried to interrupt as everyone shifted uncomfortably and stared at her with wide eyes.

"And you," she turned her attention to Fleur. To her surprise Fleur was already on her feet and glaring back at her with cold eyes.

"Did you truly believe that I was unaware of your feelings towards myself and my daughters, madam?" She asked levely. "You have many things to say about me but I will not allow you to pollute your granddaughters ears with such filth." She took the baby from Bill's arms and held out her hand to Victore. "Come, my darling, we are going to go home now." She took Victore's hand and turned to Bill. "I will see you at home, my love."

Bill climbed to his feet and shook his head. "I will not stay in a place where my wife is unwelcome," he said simply. He turned to Gabrielle. "C'mon Gabby," he motioned her over. "We'll introduce you to pizza." He turned his head to Arthur as he waited for Gabrielle to make her way to him. "Good night, Father. I'll see you for lunch tomorrow, as always." He nodded to everyone else and then he and his family disappeared with a soft pop.

"William Arthur Weasley," Molly screamed as the pops faded. She turned to Arthur. "Go bring him back, Arthur. That boy needs to listen to me."

"Mum," Charlie tried but that only brought her anger onto him.

"At least that scarlet woman, that brazen hussy your brother married has magic," she spat. "You're intent on diluting our blood with a Muggle!"

Charlie's confused expression became stone in an instant. He stood up and held his hand out to his girlfriend. "I'm terribly sorry for my mother's words, Nicole and can only hope you don't hold them against me. I'll take you home if you wish."

Nicole gave him a small smile and placed her hand in his. "I'd rather head to your place if you don't mind, Charlie."

Charlie beamed a delighted smile at her as they apparated away.

"My parents are Muggles," Hermione said in a dull tone. "I never…I thought you enjoyed having them over," she frowned at Molly. "I love my parents, Mrs. Weasley. Whether they have magic or not makes no difference to me. I'm sorry you feel this way about them but I cannot stay here if…" she bit her lip and stared at her fiancé. "I'm going home." She stood up.

Ron grabbed her hand. "Stay Hermione," he said in a firm tone. "You know she didn't mean your parents." He shrugged. "Besides it's not like we'll have to put up with them very much after the wedding anyway."

Hermione's jaw dropped. "Put up with…? You mean my parents or your mother?" She hissed out.

Ron shrugged again and tried to tug her back down to sit next to him. "Well, both, actually," he finally said. "You know your dad can't stand me and aside from weekly dinners here since you can't cook…" he paused as he caught sight of her glare. "What?" He asked.

Hermione sighed and shook her head before tugging her hand free. "I'm still going home, Ron," she said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hermione," Ginny spoke up suddenly. "May I come stay with you for a few days?" She looked around uncomfortably. "It's only…I don't think my choice in boyfriend is going to go over too well…" She stared straight at her mother for a moment and then switched her gaze to Harry. "I've started dating Blaise Zabini," she stated. "I only came tonight to apologize to Luna and Harry for my atrocious behavior. Blaise…well, he pointed out how wrong it was and I agree now that I think about it."

"He's a Slytherin!" Ron shouted. "You're dating a Slytherin?"

Ginny nodded uneasily. "Please, Hermione?"

Hermione held out her hand to the younger woman. "Of course," she agreed.

Ginny scrambled to her feet and ran over to Hermione. Together they waved goodbye and popped away.

Molly stared at the empty spot in shock for a moment before turning back to the rest of the group. Her eyes lighted on Luna and she scowled again. "This is all your fault you horrible girl! You've ruined everything!"

Harry leapt to his feet. "No," he said simply as he rounded the table to pull his wife to her feet. "I…we're not going to listen to this. You have no right," he told Mrs. Weasley. "We're leaving now, John, Sherlock." John and Sherlock jumped up and hurried over to stand next to the couple. "Where's-?"

"Gran Andi took him away at the same time as Bill and his family left," John told him before he could finish the question.

Harry nodded his thanks and looked to Arthur. "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Weasley, I look forward to seeing you at the Wizengamut meeting in a few days. George, Ron," he nodded to the two remaining and grabbed Sherlock's elbow.

The apparated away to the sound of George's applause and sarcastic voice. "Masterfully done, Mum. Alienating nearly the entire family in one short meal. Good job!"